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Date: 7/25/2012 3:42:00 PM
When did it turn into a war? Since when did it become about one of us winning? I was under the impression that love was enough, and that if we loved each other, we could tackle everything that would eventually be thrown at us. But somewhere along the rather destructive road we both decided to take, obliviously, our pride came in. The feeling of inter dependence still existed, but it wasn't transparent like it used to be. Suddenly, it became a battle and the both of us were too stubborn to try and stop it. So, we did everything in our power to bring each other down. You said things you knew would make me ache. I did things I knew would fill you up with dangerous levels of anger. I thrived on that anger. The intensity of it. I knew that the amount of anger you possessed was directly proportional to how much you loved me. Were we too stupid to think we would last? How could something as destructive as us go on for too long? Inevitably, we were destroyed. Our happiness turned into a feeling of revolt. In this battle, that the two of us spent most of our lives trying to win was one that left us both broken to the point of no repair. There wasn't really a winner, was there? We both lost.